Ha This is DJ Seven Duece   Fresh up out your momma's mouth   So when she spit's you know how I "come"   You know what I mean, haha   We release the "Dogg" hour   Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz   Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills   Obie Trice baby, check it out      I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share of work   I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf   Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the crack   In the back "bottled" up in that "Gerber" glass   For what it's worth, I ain't told the half   I'm just rambling, ya'll dick handlin'   Tellin' my past you don't know me   Niggaz the name's Obie, about to expose these motherfuckas      When I was down you had a lot to say   You should mind your business and walk away   Talkin bout me tryin to find a way   Spread yo shit 'round town   I ain't really got time for you   With all that ignorant shit you do   Niggaz need money and I do too   That's why I ain't fucking with you      "I wonder would he pass" for passive   If a massive ass kick's inflected   It can happen that quick, when spittin' shit   Rapidly laying down you fag ass click   From running your lips like a bitch   All I know is something gotta give   Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative   Don't speak on "The Kid"   Lid your speach or rid you in the streets   It's so optional, but I will be logical   Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital   Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal   Now your momma got a funeral attendin'   Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen   All I wanna do is make music and "Bench" man   Lift my weigth up the same shit that "Jay" said   Push your hate up, the AK's is spraying   Motherfuckers ain't Playing(*AK sound*)      When I was down you had a lot to say   You should mind your business and walk away   Talkin bout me tryin to find a way   Spread yo shit 'round town   I ain't really got time for you   With all that ignorant shit you do   Niggaz need money and I do too   That's why I ain't fucking with you      That's why I don't fuck with you "kats"   Cause this all wrap with ya'll   But this is not an act at all   Run ya'll trap, get clapped and fall   Spread rumors, recieve malignant tumors   Don't confuse music with us choosen   Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise   Channel "Two Anchors" won't cover the news   They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews   All I know is Obie paid his dues   Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth   They rather see me laying in that body booth   "Deep Six" rotten so the rats can chew   That's why I don't fuck with ya'll   Run and get ya'lls and thats really sucks for ya'll   Talk behind backs but never to him dawg   Wouldn't that irritate your balls      When I was down you had a lot to say   You should mind your business and walk away   Talkin bout me tryin to find a way   Spread yo shit 'round town   I ain't really got time for you   With all that ignorant shit you do   Niggaz need money and I do too   That's why I ain't fucking with you      When I was down you had a lot to say   You should mind your business and walk away   Talkin bout me tryin to find a way   Spread yo shit 'round town   I ain't really got time for you   With all that ignorant shit you do   Niggaz need money and I do too   That's why I ain't fucking with you      Fuckers Obie Trice